Thursday, 3 September 2009

roast chicken & salad

First day of the diet and jaded from being back at work we decided to have the only comforting salad in existence - roast chicken. However there's something subtly different with this one, can you tell what it is?

No? Well it was lovingly hand-washed, patted down with the finest kitchen roll, buttered, stuffed with a blend of lemons, garlic and thyme, seasoned and roasted by ana louise 'my demon is a shiny red setter' mccarthy-barnes! Hella yeah, it was excellent too, even if I did have to listen to the squeals of disgust the washing bit caused, oh and the three trips to the herb basket to find thyme. Excellent work honey louise, you can cross it off your resolutions list.

Food of the MilosHe's the only one *not* on a diet in this house, so he naturally stuffs himself stupid with the usual array of raisins, fruit, cheese and avocado. He does baulk at kayosauruses baked peppers and pasta though, the fool, it's aces. He then spazzes out for the rest of the evening and we have to do some (un)controlled crying till he gets knackered.

1 comment:

I am so relieved that we are not the only family who has a child who sporadically "spazzes"!! Poor you guys, its a tricky age, he is not quite a proper big boy and yet not still a baby and there are so many developmental changes happening.